About Tasty Scat

Chapter 1

Life begins at 40. Well, it sure did for me. By that time I had had two happy marriages, both of which had ended when my wives had left with other men. I still don’t know why either marriage ended, but I had been left with a deep distrust of women. Over the next couple of years I managed to hold all women at arm’s length, convincing them that I could be a good friend, but not worth taking to bed. I found that I was avoiding anyone who showed any interest in me.

My last wife finally moved away with her boyfriend and my kids, so I decided to move as well. I found a nice, remote village on the coast, and moved into a small cottage in spring. The cottage was at the end of the village and had good views of both the hills and the sea. My dog and I loved it.

My nearest neighbours were a large family in a large house, a couple of hundred yards away. I was never quite sure who lived there, as there seemed to be a lot of adults and kids around. It was a nice looking place, with a pool out the back and large, well kept grounds. I always got a friendly wave and greeting as I went by, but hadn’t really spoken to anyone there in the couple of months that I had been living there. I could often hear the children playing in the garden, which I found very soothing, and from my bedroom I could see their pool and a lot of their garden, and watch what was going on. They looked to be a very friendly family, with an easygoing attitude to nudity, similar to my own. I spent many hours watching them, and remembering when I had been part of a happy family.

This changed one day in the early summer. It was a lovely, warm day. A slight sea breeze was holding the temperature down to something reasonable. I wasn’t working for a few days, intending to spend the time pottering around adjusting my new house to suit myself, and making a start on the garden. By mid-afternoon I decided that I had done enough outside, and that it was time to rest for a while, before starting on the work to be done inside. I was sat on the settee in the lounge, drinking a cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door. Answering it I found one of the young ladies from next door standing on my doorstep. She was short, slim and very attractive. She was dressed in a small, thin, loose, low cut white top, and a very tight pair of white stretch shorts. She was clutching her stomach, leaning forward, with her legs slowly grinding together. I had a perfect view of her small, budding tits as her top fell slightly forward. My cock responded immediately, starting to expand and produce an obvious bulge in the front of my shorts.

“Could I use your loo please? I am desperate” she said. That was obvious. Looking at her shorts I could see a small stain where she had already started to piss herself, and there was a damp mark on the inside of one of her thighs. My arousal jacked itself up another notch.

“Sure,” I said, “come on in. It’s at the top of the stairs.” I stepped to one side, and let her in, wondering if she was going to make it. She hobbled in, thighs clamped together, and hands heading to her pussy, obviously in desperate need. As she walked past I admired first her sweet, little tits, and then the tight arse that her shorts showed so well. They were pulled up so tight into her arsecrack, I could swear I could see her arsehole. No panty line, either, and an even larger stain on the back of her shorts. My cock was now fully erect, and very obvious if she happened to look in the right direction. “What happens when she gets to the stairs, and has to separate her thighs” I thought. I wouldn’t have moved from that spot for a million pounds.

She got to the stairs, and her thighs separated as she started to climb. One hand was now over her pussy, squeezing hard. She was not climbing fast, trying not to lose control on my stairs. She was giving little gasps, and her bum was wriggling delightfully as she slowly ascended the stairs. I was now looking up at her bum, I could see her hand rubbing at her pussy, and I swear I could see her fanny through her shorts, which appeared to be becoming transparent. She stopped and gasped, and her bum shot out backwards as she squeezed her thighs together again. But she was too late. I saw the stain on her shorts suddenly grow a lot larger, and her piss started to flow down her legs, just a little at first. Realising what had happened, she decided to rush, but as soon as she separated her thighs again, everything started to pour out. Her shorts were rapidly soaked, and pee was pouring down her legs, but the major stream was coming straight from her fanny, through the hand that was still clasped over her cunt, and pouring to the ground. A golden stream was flowing down my stairs as she stood, mortified.

Continued through to it’s sloppy, shitty climatic end at Shitfreaks.com

Posted on May 29th, 2007 by Ken
Filed under: Australian, Piss, Story, Shit